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Miss K is a beautiful person. And I mean beautiful inside out. She’s smart, pretty, sexy, witty and fun to be with. Her only flaw would be… that ‘look’ she throws occasionally to the people she doesn’t particularly like. I protested a lot about this to her, because I am always afraid that she’d be caught and end up in an impromptu catfight. The last time I protested about this was last week. We were sitting in a cafeteria and a girl walked in. She wore a leopard-printed tank top, a tighter-than-thou skinny jeans with glitters, yes glitters, on the back pockets and a too thick platform shoes. To add the soreness to my (and apparently Miss K’s) eyes, this girl wore a bright red lipstick. She wore her dry and unhealthy hair down, and also has the habit of flipping the hair every now and then as if that day was 1983.

Anyway.

“Right. I wonder where the rest of her dangdut troops are,” those were the exact words that jumped out of my mouth.

A conversation pushed me to write this post. Not gonna disclose who what where when why and how, I just want to spill what’s in my head after the chat window closed down. The lingering question remains:

I got tagged a few months back, but since I put the post in my blogdrive blog which is now closed, I am so happy that Jennie tagged me into this. Let’s see now… six weird things about me. I’m darn sure there’s MORE than just six, but here are my weirdest things:

It is hard to be perceived as somebody who is ‘modern’, because when you get ‘traditional’, people would never believe you. They’d even laugh at your face.

I grew up never realizing that Javanese morals and values are very strongly attached to me until very recently. I dress (sometimes) ‘provocatively’, talk loud and sometimes obnoxiously, uses English too much sometimes people around me gets annoyed (and I never get why they are sometimes annoyed like this). But little do these people know that I understand the meaning of ‘mutih’, ‘weton’ and other Javanese ‘peripherals’ that may be hard to understand for wider audience outside my house. I don’t believe in ghosts, but I tolerate people who does. I never did any fasting to clean up my soul as most Javanese do, but I think I have to start learning when I’m older. And as much as I’d love to elope and get married by the beach, I guess won’t be peaceful until I’m sure that I’ll have a full Javanese ceremony for my wedding. Uh huh, shocking.

And the phone call taught me another thing: always deliver the bad news first before revealing the good news. I never fully understand why people do this, because to me news is just news be it good or bad. But tonight it hit me. The reason why they always put the good behind the back is somewhat to cushion the blow. And even if this fact have been recited to me on and on again in my life, I’ve never really understand how it feels to be ‘cushioned’ after being ‘blown’.

I once got into a discussion with my darling about why God created good things and “allowed” bad things in this world and as I vaguely remember, this was how the discussion went:

“Why did God create poverty? Wouldn’t it be great if all the world’s residents are rich?”
“I think, baby, God is an artist”
“What do you mean?”
“You see, when you paint… there aren’t just red on the canvas. There are blue, white and a dash of black. If we analogize the bright colors as the good things in life and the dark colors as the bad things in life, if the two is put very tactfully in a huge canvas… they will make good harmony”
“I can see your point. But why?”
“Maybe the ‘why’ should be kept to ourselves because the objects can never read the artist’s mind. Like when you play the Sims, probably”

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